Lather the blood on your hands, Romeo.
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Lather the blood on your hands, Romeo.
“Inside my head, the war is everywhere.”
— — Ocean Vuong, from “Beautiful Short Loser,” Time Is a Mother
And I am trying not to want to be someone else, or myself, but better, which is, in a sense, a kind of death drive, a death wish.
— Cynthia Cruz, from “Refrain,” Hotel Oblivion
“The bringer of rain! The slayer of Theokoles! The champion of Capua! Stand up! I present to you: Spartacus!”
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I ask god to send a swordsman / and god says ‘look at your hands’
— Melissa Broder in “Problem Area” from Last Sext
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You can’t break me. I am not a believer.
I said, to no one.
— Molly Brodak, from “Mount Yonah,” published in The Volta
“Like any desert, I learn myself by what’s desired of me— and I am demoned by those desires. For this, I move like a wound—always, and fruiting, sweetened by the thorn.”
— Natalie Diaz, excerpt of “I, Minotaur”, in Postcolonial Love Poem